i have a train
in my brain

great granddad
had a goliath track

and then
he would play
guitar strings

he would keep beer
in the garage

he drank warm
great grandma was a hard
tall woman

when he died
i got his strings
i got his harmonica
i left home a week later
i lived in my guitar
i played my guitar
i got to smelling bad and the cold showers at malibu
hurt like ice i begin to wash in the sea and then pee
well the smell in malibu hell i was young and dumb
and the strings begin to break
i had no money to fix
i had no money to fix

i drove back home
i heard voices to save
i gave up holy ghost
i went into prayer
i starved my mind
i hardened my heart

my soul has always been
and so my soul

And so your Soul
Sings, shines, and see what most can not

Awesome

...and a fabulous talented soul it is...